cake or death?

Though the sun is shining a chill runs down the spine of Nancy. The birds have ceased their song and the air is still. Suddenly an horrible monstrosity blots out the sun. The sky darkens and a shadow creeps across the field.

They try to run.

They try to hide.

But they can't escape.

They're fenced in. And the fence is electric.

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It is terrible to signify 'CAKE' to 130 animals. I can't go anywhere without getting chewed on. They chew on my shirt. My shorts. My hair. My skin. And yet they are afraid of my cowboy hat. "Chupacabra!" they scream and scatter, eyes rolling in panic, whenever the hat approaches.